indebted to you - PSH 🎐
; PAIRING - sunghoon x gn!reader
; SYNOPSIS - every house at hogwarts has a student that doesn’t fit in. ravenclaw, known for intelligence and wit, had park sunghoon, who was neither. everyone’s always wondered how he ended up in the house, but when you follow him into the whomping willow one night during your patrols, you might just find out why.
; TAGS - one shot, hogwarts au, fluff, angst, healing each other, ravenclaw!sunghoon, ravenclaw!reader, book smart!r, street smart!sh, oblivious reader ; WARNINGS - reader gets injured and hurt pretty badly, not proofread and literally no planning whatsoever i winged this entire fic, just me and the voices
; WC - 5.1k
; AUTHOR'S CORNER! - this was requested! the req was pretty vague so i had a lot of freedom and it ended up longer than i planned LOL
every house has an odd one out.
a gryffindor that’s too scared and cowardly; a slytherin that gives up easily; a hufflepuff that would sell out anyone in a heartbeat.
in ravenclaw, you had park sunghoon.
he was everything ravenclaw was not. wit? nope, he was pretty slow. intelligence? honestly, he had about as much knowledge as a first year muggleborn (and he’s lived in the wizarding world his whole life). good grades? god, you don’t know how he managed to make it to 5th year when he was barely scraping by with As (acceptables) in his tests. even being best friends with arguably one of the smartest ravenclaws in your year, jake sim, he still fell short of others.
of course, that undoubtedly led to him being cast out, often sneered at and made fun of by others. how could he be a ravenclaw if he was so stupid?
you didn’t agree with them when they’d call him names, and took the mickey out of the poor boy. there‘s a particular memory you have - in which he entered the common room all battered up and bruised, with jake at his side.
you’d been horrified to see him in such a state, and hurried to help him by healing his wounds. jake had thanked you profusely, but sunghoon had fallen fast asleep on the couch.
you scoffed at the other five students in the room that just stared either in shock or amusement. ravenclaws were never really known for their empathy.
that’s why you weren’t surprised when your patrol partner derided him when you two spotted the oddity slipping out of the castle.
“can’t even hide himself,” he scoffed. “is there anything good he can do?”
“i’m sure there is,” you frown at the other prefect. “there’s got to be a reason the sorting hat put him with us.”
“maybe the sorting hat made a mistake.”
“the hat never makes mistakes.”
“park is a sure evidence that it does. maybe the old thing’s getting rusty in its game.”
you rolled your eyes and walked ahead, dismissing the guy and telling him you’d do the rest of the rounds on your own.
peering out a window, you watched sunghoon casually walk down the steps, towards the whomping willow, you realised. you left the castle and followed him down too, to warn him against visiting the violent tree.
when you got closer, you paused when sunghoon backed away as the tree came to life, and its branches started whipping in his direction. he reached into the book bag slung over his shoulder.
you hid behind a tree and watched curiously as he pulled out a little toy mouse and what looked to be a controller. where did he get that? sunghoon switched it on and placed it on the ground, before using his joystick controller to move the mouse around.
the mouse rolled on its wheels, and escaped the branches, rolling under them and to the base of the trunk. you gasp when the willow’s branches stop lashing out and wonder how he did that.
sunghoon turns sharply when he hears you, and looks around, his stare lingering on the spot you had just been standing in. he reluctantly continues into the gaping entrance at the roots of the tree.
you stay in your spot for a moment longer, wondering if it was really smart of you to follow sunghoon into the tree, infamous for its violent tendencies to destroy anything within its range.
but it’s your duty as a prefect to make sure sunghoon is safe, especially having caught him on his escapade during one of your own patrols. if you left him there and he was found dead or injured in the morning, you would be at fault.
gathering your resolve, you decide to push forward.
nearing the tree, it comes back to life and starts to try attacking you. you have to run back and sit for a moment, wondering how to get through the branches. it’s not like you had your own little mouse and joystick - and besides, if you did, you wouldn’t even know what to do with it. you had no idea exactly what sunghoon did with his tools to calm down the tree.
you curse yourself for not finding out a way to calm down whomping willow trees, but can you really blame yourself? that stuff was NEWT level, only taught in sixth year. you were only in fifth.
you decide to suck it up and watch as the tree swishes around and around, waiting for the branches to leave an opening to the entrance.
when the opportunity comes, you quickly spring into action and sprint towards the open space, praying the tree doesn’t sense you in time.
that was a silly hope. of course it detected you, hell - it might have even purposely left the space open just so you’d come nearer. either way, it swung its arms at you and pushed you to the side causing you to fall and roll on your side. pain shot through your side, so much so you were pretty sure you broke a rib or two. you never knew how strong the tree was.
laying on the ground and waiting the pain out would have been preferable, if there wasn’t a tree trying to whack you to death. so despite the throbbing pain, you forced yourself to get roll onto your stomach (god, maybe you broke three ribs) and got onto your knees.
you scrambled on the ground and ducked your head when another branch came flying by, and crawled (or at least, something like it) towards the hole sunghoon entered through.
as you lowered into the entrance, another branch struck at you, slashing through your uniform and into the skin of your back. a shriek ripped through your throat, and you slipped on the loose gravel of the entrance, sliding down into the tree.
“what are you doing here?”
you cracked an eye open painfully and stared up at sunghoon from where you were sitting on the ground, scrapped, injured, and grumpy.
“oh, nothing. just thought i’d get my ass whooped by my lovely friend, the whomping willow. nothing special, just your average sunday night, you know?”
he huffed amusedly and pulled you up by the wrist. you hissed at the pain, which had him faltering.
“are you okay? sorry, that’s a stupid question.”
“i’m perfectly dandy!”
“here, can you move onto the chair?” he asked, pulling a wooden and splintered chair closer to you. you stood up and sat on it, albeit wincing at every movement.
you pulled out your wand and pointed it at yourself, cleaning your body of all the dirt and grime. sunghoon stared at you contemplatively, concerned lacing his features as he tried to figure out what to do.
“not to disturb you from appreciating my face or anything, i know i’m drop dead gorgeous and all. however, i would really appreciate it if i got some help over here.”
sunghoon flushed red and rushed to your side, kneeling as he pointed his own wand at your ribs.
“i don’t think i need to tell you that this is gonna hurt.”
“what are you doing?” you ask curiously.
he ignores you, speaking an unfamiliar incantation.
then followed: the longest, most agonising 15 seconds of your life.
the air was pushed out of your lungs, and your insides screamed as you felt your bones rearranging themselves. you thrashed as you begged for it to stop, for the pain to go away, or to just die right then and there, if only so the torture would stop.
as if the world was listening, it did stop. as abruptly as it started, it ended. hesitantly, you opened your eyes, to see sunghoon still kneeling in front of you, sweat rolling down his face, searching your face for any signs of further discomfort.
“are you okay?”
you blinked, staring into his eyes. there was a light in them - from where, you don’t know. there was barely any light in the room, the only source being the moon from outside the window.
“what… just happened,” you asked, almost forgetting to reply.
“i performed a spell the sped up the regeneration of your bones.”
you blinked again.
“…so, i’m okay?”
“i’m asking you that.”
“right.” you stood up and felt your torso with your hands, twisting your middle to test for any pain. “yeah, i think my ribs are fixed.”
“probably not fully,” he corrected, rubbing his nape awkwardly. “i haven’t mastered the spell just yet, so your bones may feel a bit stiff in the morning. just don’t do that again.”
“okay, wait. i have so many questions right now.”
sunghoon looked like he expected it, inhaling a breath and sitting on the dusty bed. “a question for a question, ‘kay? ask away.”
“where do i even start?” you sighed. you realised you still had scratches, and the slit on your back. you worked quickly to heal them, while sunghoon went over to help you with your back injury, seeing as you were struggling to reach it.
“how about, what’s your skin care routine, sunghoon?” he joked.
“and they say you don’t have a smart mouth,” you scoff, but laugh anyway.
“they also say i have pretty good skin.”
“i get it, your skin is clearer than any blue sky,” you roll your eyes, sighing in relief as sunghoon casts a (much more soothing) healing spell on your back. “okay, what are you doing here?”
“i was enjoying my peace and quiet, at least until you came.”
“you come to the whomping willow often?”
“i guess so,” he shrugs. “sometimes, when i can’t stand going back to the ravenclaw dorms, i go here.”
“oh.”
“your turn. what are you doing here?”
“to ask for your skin care,” you blurt out. sunghoon barks a beautiful laugh. “i saw you when i was on patrol and followed you when i saw you were going to the whomping willow. i wanted to tell you it was dangerous, and stupid.”
“and yet, you’re the one who’s hurt and injured.”
“theres a reason students are forbidden from coming here,” you say.
“yeah, so why didn’t you just call a teacher? you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, and you knew how dangerous it was.”
you stared at your lap. you didn’t think of just calling a professor, but now that seemed like the more logical thing to do.
“you must have been doing this a long time then, if you knew how to get past the tree safely.”
“about a year and a half,” he confirms. “do you remember that day i came back all messed up?”
“you remember that?” you ask, looking at him with wide eyes.
“how could i not? everyone looked at me like i deserved it, but you were the only person who did anything,” he furrowed his eyebrows.
“i thought you were beat up by other kids.”
“nope. that was the first time i tried to get into the whomping willow. i just hated the idea of going back to the common room, but i didn’t have a way of getting past the tree’s angry arms just yet. jake found me beat up and bleeding on the ground, and brought me back up to the castle.”
“he didn’t bring you to the infirmary? otherwise you would have been perfectly fine when you came back.”
“i asked him not to. even the nurse hates me,” he confessed quietly. your heart ached, and you hated everyone else at that very moment.
how could people hate sunghoon so much for suffering in school? he, who was healing you right now in the dark room of the whomping willow tree. how did he even know that spell earlier?
“can i ask how you knew that spell earlier? i didn’t recognise it.”
sunghoon chuckled. “okay, but that’s two questions. you owe me two answers.” you’d forgotten you were playing some sort of game.
“fine.”
“sometimes, i like to read up on books from other nations. i used to do it only because i’d been searching for a spell to freeze a large body of water for ice skating - i like to do that too - but it turned into a genuine interest.”
“reading up on foreign spells? huh,” you thought out loud. “that’s actually really cool. i’d never thought of it. where was the one you put on my bones earlier from?”
“south asia. i practiced almost all of the spells i came across, but it’s not like i had anything to test them on. i wasn’t going to break some poor animal’s ribs just to see if i could fix it.”
“ah, so i was your lab rat, huh?”
“i guess,” he shrugged. “maybe if i had more practice, i’d have actually been able to fix them entirely.”
“don’t worry about it,” you reassure him. “honestly, the fact you could even perform the spell so well without much practice is amazing. thank you, by the way. i’d probably be at the infirmary instead by now, slowly healing with a stupid magic hot pack the nurse always gives.”
sunghoon laughed at that. “the nurses always give those out. pretty useless, huh?”
“if you ask me, i think they’re just lazy at their job.”
you turn to look at the boy appreciatively, but instead you’re captured in a trance.
the way the moon illuminated his features made him look ethereal; you were jealous. how could someone make a person this beautiful, only to put them through torment from others? it didn’t make sense. it wasn’t fair.
sunghoon squeezed your hand, and only then did you realise he’d been holding it. was he holding your hand the whole time?
“let’s go back to the castle. i don’t think you’d want to spend the rest of the night in the whomping willow.”
“you’re right. but what about you? are you sure you want to go back?”
“i’m feeling better about going up, now that i’ve talked to you.”
“glad i served two purposes by being hurt tonight,” you jokingly saluted. you two shared a laugh before starting back up the path to the castle, being careful not to get caught being out after-hours.
when you two reached the top of the spiral staircase to your house's common room, you approached the eagle knocker on the door.
"when is ninety-nine more than a hundred?" the knocker asked.
you paused for a moment to think, looking to sunghoon for help. he only shrugged at you.
"on a microwave," you realised. "press ninety-nine, and it'll go for a minute and thirty-nine seconds. press one hundred, and the microwave will only work for a minute."
the door swung open after a moment, allowing you and sunghoon to enter.
"i can never answer those riddles."
you looked at him confusedly. "really?"
"really. i've given up trying to answer them since first year," he chuckled quietly to himself.
"but you have to answer them to get into the common room and dorms. how do you usually get back in, then?"
he smiled at you, flashing his fanged tooth. "that's your third question. i usually always come back with jake or sometimes jungwon, and they'll answer it for me. if i'm not with them, well, i'll just wait until they come."
"on the times they don't?"
"then i go to the whomping willow," he looks ahead. "tonight was one of those times, actually. it was the main reason i went out. jake's sick and he's been in bed all day. jungwon is out probably picking a fight with some other smarty-pants."
"oh. that sucks," is your intelligent reply.
"i always said that a password like the gryffindors would have been easier than riddles," he huffs.
ever since that night at the whomping willow, you and sunghoon were considerably. more acquainted and friendly with each other.
smiles shared across crowded hallways and sitting with the other in the ravenclaw common room became normal. sometimes, when you waited for your friends in the great hall for breakfast, sunghoon would strike up a conversation with you, and you'd happily converse with him (and jake).
neither of you had told your friends about the incident. or at least, you didn't. if sunghoon told jake, or any of his other friends (who the school called 'enhypen'), they didn't show any signs of knowing what went down between you two.
that didn't stop your own friends from raising an eyebrow when you said a quick hi to the taller boy, though. the same could be said for sunghoon's friends. there were countless times jake had (very obviously) pushed you two together with a grin on his face and a glint in his eyes. you and sunghoon just rolled your eyes and shared a secret smile - one that had your heart beating a little faster, unable to hold his gaze for a second longer.
that was weird, you thought one day. sunghoon had discreetly levitated some small chocolates to you in class, before you started feeling warmer and found it harder to focus on the lesson. maybe you were getting a fever.
on another note, your newfound friendship with ravenclaw's outcast meant that you often asked about what book he was reading and from where. sometimes you two would even study it together in the library.
"hey, i wanna practice a new spell i found," he greets you as he enters the common room (with jungwon).
"good day to you too," you reply. "do you need to break my ribs and test this 'new spell' on me?"
"if you're offering," he grins.
"i don't know what you're doing, y/n," jungwon starts. "but somehow, this guy's gotten better at comebacks."
"i guess your sarcasm is rubbing off on me."
"i do have that effect on people," you shrug nonchalantly, but let a smile pull at your lips.
the new spell definitely did not need any broken ribs. if anything, it would protect you from them next time.
sunghoon had cast a shield charm on you - one like an invisible bubble around your figure. nothing could get within a two meter range of you, the bubble following you around wherever you walked.
"this is pretty cool," you wow in amazement. you walk closer to the boy, only for him to be forcefully pushed back before you can even touch him. "no wonder charms is the only subject you're acing."
"well, that's why i have you and jake tutoring me on everything else."
"i should ask you where you even get the books for these spells. the international selection in the library isn't exactly that big."
"jake's parents work around the globe, and send me them."
"jake's really got your back, huh?"
"yup. that's four questions, by the way."
"oh, c'mon!" you roll your eyes and groan. sunghoon throws his head back in laughter. "just ask me your damn questions."
"hmm," he said thoughtfully. "why are you nice to me?"
you looked at him meaningfully. "i'm not nice to you, sunghoon. i just have enough human decency to treat you with the respect you have the right to."
he stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.
after a moment, he cast off the shield spell, and walked closer to you. he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, making sure you were okay with it. you hugged him first, and felt him envelope you in an embrace after.
his warmth seeped into your clothes, which you welcomed wholly considering the cold february air. you could feel his heart beating fast - or is it yours?
with your chin sitting on his shoulder, you could see the great lake which had frozen from the winter temperature behind him, and remembered something he told you.
"you were looking for a spell to freeze large bodies of water."
"that's not a question," he mumbles against your shoulder.
"no, it's not."
"like i said, i wanted to go ice skating. it's fun, and i feel free when i do it. but you can't really go skating much at school when there's no ice rink."
"so you wanted to freeze the great lake? isn't there already some spell for that?"
"well, yeah. but that spell freezes it for a pretty long time, and i don't think the merpeople would appreciate their home being frozen for half the year."
"or that the school would allow it," you remind him.
"yeah, that too," he chuckled, his laugh reverberating through you. he finally let go and turned to the lake. "i wanted to find a temporary freezing spell - a few hours at most."
you hummed and stared into the cloudy sunset with him. you missed the warmth of his body, oddly enough.
"could i borrow the book you got this spell from?" you asked him. "that's not a question, by the way."
he smiled. "no, it's not."
maybe you really should go see the nurse. you don't think whatever magical hot pack she'll give you would help with your fever, though.
lately, you noticed that your pulse seemed to increase every so often. when that happened, you felt a bit more nervous - picking at your skin, bouncing your leg, etc. you were struggling to focus in some of your classes too, and you really needed to pick up your weight for your upcoming OWLs.
"stop biting your lip," sunghoon tells you one time.
"i'm not biting my lip. i don't do that," you look at him confusedly.
"you were just doing it. you've been doing it often," he tells you.
"you noticed?" you asked, surprised. his demeanour turned bashful.
"i guess so. here, i got you lip balm."
sunghoon reached into his bag and pulled out a small chapstick.
"for me?" he surprised you again. sunghoon nods. "your lips have gotten uneven and red from all that biting. this should help."
"...thanks," you say, taking the item from his hand.
you don't miss the way his breath hitches when your skin brushes against his. or the way you, both go quiet, unable to make conversation for once.
"so!" you clear your throat, looking in another direction. looking at sunghoon definitely wasn't going to help with your fever right now, or whatever it is you had.
"you still have three questions for me."
"i do," he huffs with a lilt in his tone. "white or dark chocolate?"
you consider him. you didn't understand this little game he was playing - wasn't it supposed to be meaningful questions? one that let you learn more about the other? sunghoon was always unpredictable - you could never guess what he was going to do next. he wasn't just a book you could read and learn from.
a laugh escapes you. "milk chocolate."
something you could read up on however, was the symptoms you were feeling. unfortunately, none of the medicinal books you read had answers that suited you.
you found yourself spending late nights at the ravenclaw library, scouring the shelves for an answer. did you have a new disease, or something?
"y/n?" you jumped when you heard jake's voice call out from below.
climbing down the ladder, you glare at him. "you scared me. what are you doing here? it's like two in the morning."
"it's almost three, actually." you wanted to laugh as he pushed up his glasses. "and anyway, i was going to ask you that question first."
you set down the books in your arms and start flipping through them.
"i was looking for something - a disease, maybe."
"oh? why's that?"
"i've not been feeling well, lately."
"i know a fair lot about medicine and sicknesses," he tells you. "shoot."
"well, i guess my temperature's been fluctuating. sometimes, it would get hotter, at random points in the day. i start to feel ditzy, like my mind goes haywire. i feel anxious when it happens, and it's a little harder to concentrate in class."
"uh huh..." he says thoughtfully. "do you ever feel that in history of magic?"
you look at him with wide eyes, nodding eagerly. "i always feel it during that class!"
"okay, i wanna ask you a question," he faces you. you scrunch your nose.
"you're just like sunghoon. always talking about that stupid question game."
jake just smirked at you. "nevermind, i already got my answer."
"what?"
"i think... the disease you're looking for, is feelings."
"feelings?"
"feelings for sunghoon. i think you like him a lot. you feel all that during history - a class you share with him," he thinks out loud. "i was going to ask if you think about sunghoon often, but you literally mentioned him just now, before i even brought him up."
jake made his way over to you and tapped two fingers to your chest, right above your heart.
"i'm not an expert, but i think this is an easily diagnosable case of love."
you gaped at him, slowly taking your seat.
"i like sunghoon?"
"how long have you been feeling this?"
"maybe a few months, now."
"wow," jake whistled. "i think you should tell him"
"i think that's stupid."
"well, not every ravenclaw can be smart," he shrugged. you glared at him.
"what are you doing here anyway? i don't suppose you're also looking for a diagnosis of love. if anything, i'd diagnose you with nosy."
jake laughed at that. "nah, i was actually looking for you. it's getting kinda boring seeing you and sunghoon pine over each other. thought i'd finally do something about it."
you threw a book at him, which he dodged. unfortunately, he didn't anticipate the second.
"ow!"
"like i said - nosy."
"i do have a pretty good nose - one you'll break if you throw another book at me."
"ugh, you and your friend are so full of yourselves," you scoff. you begin to walk out the library, refusing to see the grin on jake's face.
the sound of his laughter was cut off by the slam of the library doors behind you.
"bring your skates," you shout excitedly to sunghoon as soon as you run into the common room.
he looks at you in bewilderment from the couch, where he'd been playing wizarding chess with jungwon and jake.
"it's the middle of march, the ice has melted. where the hell am i going to skate?"
"just bring it," you smile.
you drag sunghoon down to the great lake by his wrist, both of you guys holding onto ice skates. the sun shines, sparkling in the water of the great lake.
you stop by the lake and fix your skates on. sunghoon follows suit.
"i still don't get what's happening."
"i found a way we can skate even when there's no more ice."
"really?" he gasps, a mix of surprise and excitement on his face. "you found a spell? from where?"
"actually... i didn't find one," you admit meekly. "i made one."
"you made a spell?" he asks, astonished. "how? when? why?"
"you only have two questions," you tease him. it felt good to get him back.
"remember when i asked for the book that had that shield spell?"
"yes."
"i had an idea - what if we could make the water freeze around us? like the way the shield has a range around you where no one can hurt you. i put that concept onto freezing water, and made a spell where the water freezes into ice only around you. that way, you can skate, without freezing the whole lake!"
"that's- that's amazing..." he gawked at you. "have you tried it yet?"
"yep! i wanted to make sure it worked before i got your hopes up."
the both of you stand up and stumble towards the water. you point your wand at the blades on both your shoes, and said the incantation for the spell.
sunghoon tentatively stepped onto the water, wowing when the water around him froze. you watched as he slowly begun to skate on the lake, following him.
"you're crazy," he exclaims with joyful laughter. "you're literally insane. i don't know how you did that. but you're amazing."
you blushed at his praise, his words affecting you way more than anyone else's would have.
being distracted and flustered, you lost your footing on the water (or ice?) and slipped. thankfully, sunghoon dashed towards you and caught you before you planted into the ground.
"careful," he told you. "although i would like to practice that regenerating rib spell, i don't want you breaking any bones again."
you smile shyly, clinging onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your back, making sure you didn't fall.
"thank you," you say. "you're always looking after me."
"you did the same for me."
"just once, though. this must be the fifth time you've helped me."
"well, you're kind of clumsy."
"only when i'm with you, it seems."
sunghoon paused, and turned around to look at you, finally letting go of you. you gazed back at him.
"what do you mean?"
"that's two extra questions," you smile at him. "you owe me two answers."
you took in a breath and looked away. you weren't sure if you wanted to see his reaction.
"i think i like you, park sunghoon. meeting you and becoming your friend was a total accident, but a good one. i'm happy it happened, and i wouldn't have changed anything. otherwise, i wouldn't have ever experienced this carefree feeling when i'm around you. i wouldn't have felt what it's like to have my heart speed up, or to look forward to seeing a person every day. and i wouldn't have that person be anyone other than you." serendipity.
you turned to look at him, whose eyes were blown wide, mouth agape. his eyes put his feelings on full display. you could see the disbelief, relief, and affection in them. it gave you courage to say your next words.
"so, you owe me two answers."
he closed his mouth and nodded, gulping down in anticipation. you skate closer, inches disappearing between you two.
"sunghoon, would you let me be yours?"
"yes. yes, yes, yes," he nods, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. "if only you'll let me be yours."
you giggle, and lean into him. your faces are now centimetres apart.
"and lastly, can i kiss you?"
he chuckles back. "you really don't have to ask that question."
"just wanted to make sure," you smile, before he crashes his lips onto yours.
; AUTHOR'S CORNER! it's 1am, and this fic is a product of running my imagination with barely any guidelines whatsoever LOL so idk how coherent it is 😁 btw i am closing reqs for now! so i can focus on other works :)
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